Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.